Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.